The Scenario (by Bill C. Horn)
The rope the handcuffs are tied to should be short enough that, when you stand with your hands in position to be cuffed you have to bend forward, raising your wrists in the air, to get your hands in them. Once you cuff yourself, you will be forced to stand, bent forward, arms in the air, until the ice melts, freeing you to stand up, and start shuffling away from the wall to which the clothespins are fastened. You can stand there, anticipating the future pain of the clothespins being pulled off, while enjoying the present pain of the strapaddo and the clamping you have to endure.
Once the cuffs are released so that you can stand, the ropes on your ankles and knees should keep you from walking blindfolded, with your hands cuffed behind you your balance should be precarious at best so you’ll have to lower yourself to the floor and roll or crawl to free yourself and the extra clothespins should make that interesting for you!
The report (by Aurélie)
It was one of the scenarios I feared and desired the most. Pain
would be terrific but it was also very challenging. I added a few modifications
to this one. Perhaps I added too much as I was very near to be stuck.
About the anchors and strapado part of the scenario there was nothing
little change: I taped a thumbnail in the bottom of each show, where my
heel would be placed; they were flat thumbnails, the kind with three little
spike; it was just intended to keep me on my toes all the time. Another
change was the use of tent knot system for the strapado rope; I would thus
be able to lift up my arms as high as I could and it proved to be very
efficient...
The second part, the one where I would have to look for the key,
lacked something. To make things harder for me, I added around my elbows
a very tight leather belt; it would make my arms less useful. The second
thing I picked it in the French scenario "Festival des bas" written by
Bound: I wrapped three keys in three different balls of journal paper sealed
with adhesive tape; only one of these keys was the one that would open
the master padlock but I didn't know where it was. Those balls I dispatched
in three different rooms of my home.
Everything was ready: I would begin at the threshold of my bathroom;
the strapado key was hooked to an ice-cube-stocking mechanism in the washbasin.
The clothespins were tied to one hinge of the bathroom door, at waist level.
The three balls were in three other rooms, about 4 meters from me.
It was the first occasion for me to test my new gag: I had just
transformed a wooden curtain ring into a very efficient ring-gag and I
was impatient to try it. I had already put plugs in my ears. I tied my
ankles with a wide cinch (about 10 cm), as well as my knees. Then I put
on my high heel shoes, buckling their strap over my feet. My cuffs were
already on my wrists. I knelt in front of the door and took all the clothespins
in my left hands; this way I could not know the length of each string and
I would have to wait until the crucial moment to know it. How many clothespins
were there? Three? Four? Five?... In fact there were six of them! Two went
on my labia, one on my clit (ouch!) two on my nipples... and the last I
clamped it on my tongue! It was a new feature allowed by this ring-gag:
full access to my mouth and tongue. Pain was intense by now but I was decided
to go to the end. I added two more free clothespins, one on each labia,
under the first two.
Keeping my balance by taking support on the walls I stood up on
my high heels. With the thumbnails under my heels, it was far to be comfortable;
but it would be worse in a few moments. I put my blindfold on my eyes and
tied a rope several times around my head to keep it in place; as the rope
was passing over my plugged ears it generated strong sounds that were deafening
me even more.
Now blind and deaf, I pushed up the leather belt up my arms above
my elbows; I had to struggle to make it pass the articulation but once
in place it would not come down. In my back dangled the loop of the strapado
rope. It passed through a large padlock already closed (whose key was waiting
in the washbasin). I passed the connecting chain of my cuffs into this
padlock and locked it to the left cuff. Now I was in! I seized the free
end of the tent knot and pulled, shortening the loop and lifting my wrists
in the air. Soon I had to bend down in order to lighten the stress in my
shoulders. And there I was: nude, anchored by six clothespins, deaf and
blind, on my toes, gagged and strapadoed... A very difficult position,
perhaps the most uncomfortable I have ever been in.
And now it was the time of the long wait... I could hardly hear
anything as the least movement of my head made the blindfold ropes slip
on my ears and generate a lot of noise. My breath and the crunching of
my teeth on the gag were the only sounds I could hear. I was feeling that
I was drooling but I could not be sure as I could see nothing and as the
saliva was probably dripping directly on the ground. My tongue was pulled
down by the light weight of the clothespin clamped on it. I tried to get
it off but with my jaws largely parted it was impossible. Each time I got
the tongue inside my mouth, the clothespin clanked against my teeth the
noise was amplified by my deaf state.
I thought that if I could snap off a few clothespins right now,
it would be easier than later... Thus, I made a few little steps away of
the string anchorage point. But the strapado rope was too short to let
me tighten the strings; only the shortest one I could have hope to get
off. It was the one clamped on my tongue. I turned my back to the door
and made a few more steps. My tongue was hurting like hell as the clothespin
had been displaced; my tongue was pulled out and aside of my mouth. It
was very painful and it was not very reassuring for the five other anchors...
It seemed to me that the slippery tongue anchor would be the easiest! Taking
a full breath, I stretched my neck away and the clothespin was unclamped.
Hooooooooow painful it was! But by now I could at least put my dry tongue
again in my open mouth. It was all that I could do about the clothespins
for now and thus I stepped back to my initial position under the pipe.
Maintaining my balance was beginning to be painful. Particularly
as I could not fully rest on my heels... I rummaged around to find a better
position and I found one: I could support me by leaning against the corner
of the door. If I placed the corner right between the cheek of my ass my
position was far more stable and comfortable. The clothespins did not hurt
me anymore by now. In fact, I hardly was aware of their presence. And thus
the wait began to be boring. I pulled on the lifeline but it held well;
time of freedom was not yet arrived. Note that, deafened as I was, I could
hardly hear the clanging of the key against the washbasin when I tested
the line; and the water dripping was completely silenced. I was well kept
in my silent and obscure world. And I had to wait and wait...
Then I found that I could still take off some slack from the strapado
rope. Leaning against the corner of the door, climbing on my toes, arching
up my arms, I could tighten the rope a few more centimetres. And even a
few more. Now my arms were really stretched up and my shoulders were hurting.
Now the corner of the door was of no use anymore. Now I knew what uncomfortable
really meant... But there was no way back: the tent knot was conceived
to function only in one direction and it does!
Quickly the position became unbearable. I tried to lean against
the wall, to get on my toes, to arch my back, to clutch the strapado rope
in my hands... No way! I tried to lean my chest against the front wall,
to lean my head and my shoulders, lifting my arms higher in the air...
No way! And now I was feeling that my arms and hands were getting short
of blood... My elbows were struggling against the belt that coiled them
and all my forearms were becoming sleepy; my wrists, which were hanging
to their cuffs, added to the effect, making my fingers number and number.
I tried hard and vainly to take off the belt. I tried to hook my
finger on the rope to lighten my wrists but it was not doing anything good,
or at least I could not stand the position sufficiently long to detect
any positive effect. I could only hope that the key would be freed before
my hands being totally paralysed. Every few moment I pulled on the lifeline
and tested if I could still feel the padlock trying to estimate if I had
still enough strength to unlock it (would I have had the key). The posture
was really painful but it felt good too to be like this on the edge...
I felt saliva and sweat flowing down my body. What a spectacle I was offering!
Suddenly I felt my feeling change in my fingers: the lifeline seemed
now as if it was very hairy. I could hardly move my fingers... A tug on
the line told me that the key was still well hooked; for how much time?
It was totally impossible to estimate. I was now fearing I had gone too
far. I had to break free now!
But I'm not so stupid: I would not have put me in such a situation
had I not known I kept an escape way; it acts as a safe-word for the self-bondagees:
I have ever thought I would be able to break my cuffs if I needed too and
in the present case if was particularly easy as all that I had to do was
to put all my weight on my wrists. Would it work? Yes! It worked: the D-ring
in my left cuff was completely uncoiled any my left arms got free; a few
more contortions and the belt got off too. The right cuff was still locked
to the strapado rope but by now it was not anymore a strapado rope; it
was as if I was in the bus, my right hand clutched on a ceiling bar. By
now, the situation was far more comfortable. Blood was circulating again
in my arms, generating a light pain. But I had to wait a long time before
to regain full power in my arms; in fact, as I'm writing this reports two
hours later, my arms keep feeling a little numb...I guess I made the good
choice...
But I had still to wait for the key. I could have untied the rope,
I could have unclamped the clothespins, but I was still very turned on
and I wanted to finish the scenario. Waiting for the freedom was far much
easier by now, even if not really comfortable. While awaiting, I thought
of a way to lock my cuffs again and I found there was a mean to do it.
Finally the key was freed and I could open the large padlock that
was keeping my right writs in the air. I threw the key and the lifeline
away in the bathtub and I passed the open padlock through the hole in the
left cuff where was before the now ripped of D-ring. The padlock I locked
then on the connecting chain, in my back (I had put the belt over my elbows
one more time). The scenario was recuperated and I could now continue for
the second part.
But first I had to snap off the clothespins. With tiny steps (the
largest I could manage with the cinch between my ankles) I backed from
the door hinge. Moving my feet was painful as at each step the thumbnails
seemed to attack a new part of my heels.
Which would be the first clothespin to get off? I kept stepping
backward until I felt a light pull in my left labia. Ouch! I was becoming
with the harder one! I backed once more, more carefully by now, feeling
the pain being revived in my poor stretched lip. I stopped at the point
where I felt the labia would not stretch anymore... Now the pain would
begin: the clothespin would be pulled slowly, crushing the sensible skin
under its cruel way, and then blood would rush again in the squashed vessels
and launch overwhelming pain in my brain... Here I lacked courage... reaching
with my fingers I could easily unclamp manually the terrifying clothespin.
And it was horribly painful anyway! My sore labia had been clamped for
a very long time and the pain was very high.
I continued to step back and, very soon, I felt my right lip being
pulled... I unclamped it manually too. Backward again... Now it was to
my right nipple to be pulled. I tried, I tried hard... I felt the clothespin
begin to move and the pain it caused was so strong that I immediately removed
both nipple clothespins manually... There was now only one clamp left:
the one on my clitoris. This one too I tried to pull of without the hands...
but I failed too... Sorry, I'm too coward for this... Perhaps I would try
it again but after a smaller clamping time... Here it was too much for
my poor sore little mind. I feel so sorry...
I had one mission to fulfil by now and I had the intent to do it
right. It was far too difficult to progress while standing; moreover, in
this position, it would have been very difficult to find the paper ball.
My feet were sore by now and their feeling was very reduced. I had thus
to sit down. But it is easier to say than to do when your legs are tied
at the ankles and the knees, you are perched on ten centimetres heels,
your arms are stretched in your back and you cannot see anything.
Again, the corner of the wall went to my rescue: leaning against
it, using my inter-cheeks space as a rail, I began to squat down. There
was a painful passage when my tired legs began to tremble violently, tapping
rapidly my high heels into the floor, pushing my own heels against the
thumbnails... But finally I managed to be on my knees. To sit completely
down, I leaned my shoulder against the wall and I let me fall down this
way. Now I was firmly on my butt. It was probably impossible to me to stand
up again but it was not important. Now I could go wandering, using my butt
and my... my heels (huh...) to make my way across the rooms.
My efforts had make me closer to my bedroom, thus I decided to begin
by this one. I found that, by using the back of my heels, I could creep
on the floor without touching the thumbnails too much. This way, I could
creep quite rapidly. Finding the ball was another trick: I remembered in
which part of the room it was, but not exactly and when you are blind and
deaf, the space tends to have a non-Euclidean geometry. But by careful
leg scanning of the floor I got the ball. Now I had to open it.
The adhesive tape rolled around the paper proved to be very efficient
as I could not even rip it. I had to destroy completely the paper with
my nails until if found the key. Bound wanted me to do this while wearing
several stockings on my arms and hands; I guess it would have been
almost impossible to open the ball.
Now one last question: was this key the right one? Gladly it was
relatively easy to use padlock. When my wrists are bound more strictly,
the simple action of putting the key in the hole is a Round Table Quest
and thus, if you don't know if your manipulating the right key... But here
it was easy and for the first time in this scenario I was lucky: It was
the right key! I had found it at my first attempt!
Finally, completely drenched with sweat and saliva, exhausted, trembling
with all my limbs, pain filled, I was able to lie down on my bed and finger
me and rub me and pinch me, remembering this long and hard and horny-making
bondage!
Aurélie